Lyrics:
And who's gonna hold you like me?
And who's gonna know you, if not me?
I laughed in your face and said
"You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
This
And who's gonna hold you like me?
And who's gonna know you, if not me?
I laughed in your face and said
"You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
This
count down every mile
Til the station out of Tulsa came in clear
It was old Thomas Conley on the radio
It punched me in the gut, man, it rattled my soul
of fans, journalists and well wishers have gathered merely to catch a glimpse of the artists formerly known as fresh prince.
This album premiere marks Will
They drove me up the hill, Thomas
I am the man
They made me carry the cross, Thomas
I am the man
I am the man, Thomas
I am the man
Look at these
hello, my name is thomas jenkins.
Yeah, this is Keith B Rizzeal
Looks like this brother Will Smith is just avoiding me
But I will not be ignored, you understand
Excuse me, Will, Will
Keith works every night & day
Honesty's his goal
But Keith's a thief coz he's
Still claiming dole
What a fiddler Keith is
He thinks he won't be
(Dolly Parton)
Dr. Robert F. Thomas
May his name forever stand
Dr. Robert F. Thomas
Was a mighty, mighty man
And he enriched the lives
a kip in the chair
Burnt toast, a beer from the wood and old Jerry Thomas' teeth
Jerry and Chuck and Cannon and Ball, a banjo pickin' Bill Keith
And old
Keep your promise, Willie Thomas
We pledged our love one day beneath the whispering maple tree
You made a promise, Willie Thomas
That all
We are not the same I am a martian
And I'm hotter than summer rain like Carl Thomas
Lock load ready to aim at any target
I can get your brains for
got this ol' boy hurtin' in Tennessee
Good whiskey
Girl, it just don't last when Keith Whitley
Keeps bringin' you up like that
Gets me drinkin'
Keith works every night & day
honesty's his goal
but Keith's a thief coz he's
still claiming dole
what a fiddler Keith is
he thinks he won't be
True Thomas sat on Huntley bank
And he beheld a lady gay
A lady that was brisk and bold
Come riding o'er the ferny brae
True Thomas, he pulled
True Thomas sat on Huntley bank
And he beheld a lady gay
A lady that was brisk and bold
Come riding o'er the ferny brae
True Thomas, he pulled
THE GRINCH THOMAS THE TRAIN
Thomas Helmig, Thomas Helmig, Thomas helmig, Thomas Helmig ...
Thomas Helmig, Thomas Helmig, Thomas helmig, Thomas Helmig ...
Thomas Helmig, Thomas
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